Story Behind The Song

observational and personal living

Song Description

A woman who has found comfort, love, and booze within, what most people would think to be a miserable existence.

Lyrics

BURGUNDY & GIN
Written by: Julianne Elizabeth




Burgundy blood filled mouth.
Dusty green mildew couch.
Black spores that grow in the
six day old chicken soup.

Cold mudded cement floor.
No hinged punched bathroom door.
This you can have and more,
if you sign up for a lifetime with me.

Wake up with poundin? eyes.
Blackened and tendered thighs.
There will be no demise,
if we can?t go no lower babe.

Each night the sun will set.
Then we can both forget
with whiskey and cigarettes.
When you can?t be worse off then you?re free.


CHORUS

So lay down beside me
and rest your sweet head.
If I don?t wake up smilin?,
then I?m probably dead.

I?ll hold you up sunshine
if my roof don?t cave in.
So hand me your troubles,
and pass me that bottle,
pass me that bottle of gin.

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK

Flies through the bedroom screen.
Broken face shattered dreams.
But I will never seem,
unhappy ?cause it?s life to me.


Weeds grow instead of grass.
The couch has become my ass.
They don?t teach this one in class.
So love me ?cause we?re fucked but we?re free.



CHORUS